Hurrah i awake from yesterday
  alive but the war is here to stay
  so my love catherina and me
  decide to take our last walk
  through the noise to the sea
  not to die but to be re-born
  away from a life so battered and torn....
  forever...
  oh say can you see its really such a mess
  every inch of earth is a fighting nest
  giant pencil and lip-stick tube shaped things
  continue to rain and cause screaming pain
  and the arctic stains
  from silver blue to bloody red
  as our feet find the sand
  and the sea is strait ahead..
  strait ahead.....
  well its too bad
  that our friends
  cant be with us today
  well thats too bad
  "the machine
  that we built
  would never save us"
  thats what they say
  (thats why they aint coming with us today)
  and they also said
  "its impossible for man
  to live and breath underwater..
  forever" was their main complaint
  (yeah)
  and they also threw this in my face:
  they said
  anyway
  you know good well
  it would be beyond the will of God
  and the grace of the King
  (grace of the King yeah yeah)
    so my darling and I
  make love in the sand
  to salute the last moment
  ever on dry land
  our machine has done its work
  played its part well
  without a scratch on our bodies
  and we bid it farewell
    starfish and giant foams
  greet us with a smile
  before our heads go under
  we take a last look
  at the killing noise
  of the out of style...
  the out of style, out of style